The full soul despises a honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are sickening food to me.
My son, eat honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb is sweet to your palate;
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
As a bird that wanders from her nest, so is a man who wanders from his place.
And the people spoke against God and against Moses, Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no bread, neither is there any water. And our soul hates this light bread.
There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two small fish, but what are these among so many?